Brink Hall

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The vampire’s one good eye widened and he turned to run. Vaguely, in the back of her mind, she thought that was strange. In all the battles she’d encountered in the minds of the ancients, vampires shifted. They created illusions. They dissolved into mist. They didn’t turn and run.
Dark Sentinel (Dark, #28)
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